Within man lies a deep wondrous spot, to which neither virtue nor vice can reach. Upon which the sun of reason and will never rise. In which the mouth of logic never speaks, the laws and rules are never obeyed, and not a language is used nor a word is ever spoken.It is a distant Kingdom, beyond words and meanings. With everything is a sheer murmur offering wonders in a blink. From the depths of which, suffice a single tone or a flash of mind or a scent of a perfum, to allow rise of emotions, pictures and memories, a rising that will shake our being and open ourselves to things we can neither describe nor materialize even if we used the most refined of phrases or the most skillful of languages.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Original Sin

Oh the furnace windIs a flickering of wings about your faceIn a cloud of incenseYea, it smells like Heaven in this place

I can't eat, can't sleepStill I hunger for you when you look at meThat face, those eyesAll the sinful pleasures deep inside

Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting inUnderneath my skin,Oh you were always my original sinAnd tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we beginThis dangerous gameOh you were always my original sin

A dream will flyThe moment that you open up your eyesA dream is just a riddleGhosts from every corner of your life

Up in the balconyAll the Romeo's are bleeding for your handBlowing theater kissesReciting lines they don't understand

I can't eat, can't sleepStill I hunger for you when you look at meThat face, those eyesAll the sinful pleasures deep inside

Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting inUnderneath my skin,Oh you were always my original sinAnd tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we beginThis dangerous gameOh you were always my original sin

Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting inUnderneath my skin,Oh you were always my original sinAnd tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we beginThis dangerous gameOh you were always my original sin.....